Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
New Order,
The Buckinghams,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Magazine,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantaleimon,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
The Evens,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
The Gladiators,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.